Hela-Loki's Daughter

Chapter Fourteen

I couldn't believe all that had happened in one day. I had essentially disowned my adopted dad and was now off to Asgard with the God of Mischief who I had now claimed as my true father.

And yet between all this drama, I was still reeling from the events of this week. I had found that I had an unnatural connection to the dead and was able to personally send them off to heaven, or Valhalla. Same difference.

As Loki watched the Avengers disperse, he held one arm tightly around me. It was as if he were afraid that any minute they would change their minds and circle back to take me. Part of me wished that they would, then the heartbreak of Steve and Loki would no longer be due to my choices. I wish it didn't have to be this way.

"I believe they're finally out of our hair, darling girl," Dad said as the final blip of the Avengers faded into the sky. 

He grabbed my shoulders, turning me to face him with the biggest grin on his face. 

"Are you ready to finally go home, to where you truly belong as a Princess of Asgard," he asked me giddily. 

I nodded. I so desperately wanted to give my dad the happy moment he deserved but I couldn't. I felt tragically overwhelmed and so I stood in silence.

Loki's smile melted into a frown and he pulled me close into his chest.

"I know, love," he sighed, "I know this is difficult, but it's not your fault. You have done nothing wrong. It'll all be alright from here on out, you have the brightest future ahead of you."

I hugged him tighter than I have ever hugged him before and at that moment I couldn't help but begin to cry. 

"Oh my love," he cooed, stroking my hair gently.

Here we stood in a field of rubble, debris still settling, and all the while souls manifested around me, seeming to weep alongside me. As I choked down tears, they wailed alongside me. 

"I just want to go," I squeaked, "I just want to get out of here, away from these spirits, away from Midgard, and away from the Avengers."

My dad nodded and gently kissed my head before reaching his hand out to the sky. He called out a name, Heimdal, and before I knew it a powerful force took both of us up in a mighty gush of wind. It was a very similar sensation to that described in those Harry Potter books I had read so long ago. It felt as though I was hooked by the naval and was now being flung through space.

With a flash of light and a small crash, my Father and I, still holding onto each other, arrived in a gilded room with rainbows flashing across the walls.

"Welcome home, your highnesses," A man bellowed out. He was clothed in a completely gilded set of armor and held a sword far larger than anything I had seen before.

My father took a deep breath in, his eyes closed as he soaked up being finally home. I couldn't imagine what he felt like, after decades of running from this place he was finally returning this time, with his only daughter in tow. 

With a quick flash of green magic, my Father transformed his clothing into traditional Asgardian fashion. Around his collar, he wore a gilded charm and was now head to toe in fine Asgardian leather. 

Looking back down at myself, I saw that I was still in plain old clothes. I looked dirty and plain next to him.

"Well, I feel...underdressed," I said, giving my Father a sideways glance as he continued to bask in the Bifrost's glory.

He chuckled warmly and came back to my side. "Nevermind that," he said, holding my hand as we began to walk upon a rainbow bridge, "As soon as we get to the palace, we'll have you fitted into the finest Asgardian silks and linens. Besides, if Asgard can stand the way that Thor dresses, they can make an exception for you."

I scoffed. Fair point.